In the depth of despair. Can't shake it.
No drama. Promise
Gwen Brown
Why Does no one want me?
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-- Daphne Xu
Who Says?
You are a valued member of our community!
Sending a hug...
As Joanne said earlier, we might not be the friends that you would choose to be stuck on a Desert Island with, but speaking for myself and I am confident lots of others too, we here do value you as a correspondent and a friend.
Despair is a git, I know from my own experiences, but trust that your friends here are here for you and thinking of you. Hold on there.
Lucy xxx
"Lately it occurs to me..
what a long strange trip its been."
Living It.
I haven't slept but hope that when I write this I can. I have a prescription for a sleeping pill but hate that using it leaves me all MUZZY.
I've written about my life before so I won't bore anyone. Monday if I'm not better, I will seek Counseling.
Gwen
We exist
Sometimes it doesn't feel like enough, but it is what we have. Our existence disproves the lies of many who base their evaluation of their own worth on subtraction, seeking to subtract us from consciousness.
And yet, we do exist. We persist in flouting our existence. We delight in being. In the darkness, we glow with our consciousness of our own worth. It makes them crazy.
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Forced Feminization ???
For a long time I thought that my journey into gender change was forced, but lately it is clear that I was always feminine by nature. YET, while I was working for over 33 years many of the things belied the idea of my being a girly boy. This included riding motorcycles at 120 mph, topping a tree that was 175 feet tall, working as an Electrician and so on. My wife of 38 years always hounded me for being too feminine. Now I live as a post op woman and saying it was forced... I'm finally ME.
Gwen Brown